Atlantic City

Well they blew up the chicken man in Philly
 Last night
 Now they blew up his house too
 Down on the boardwalk they're gettin' ready for a fight gonna see what them racket boys can do
 Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
 And the D.A. can't get no relief
 Gonna be a rumble out on the promenade
 And the gamblin' commissions hangin' on by the skin of its teeth
 Everything dies baby that's a fact
 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
 Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty
 And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 Well I got a job and I put my money away
 But I got the kinda debts that no honest man can pay
 So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
 And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus
 Everything dies baby that's a fact
 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
 Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
 But with you forever I'll stay
 We're goin' out where the sands turnin' to gold
 So put your stockings on, cause it might get cold
 Everything dies, baby that's a fact
 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
 Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
 And meet me tonight in Atlantic City
 Now I been lookin' for a job but it's hard to find
 There's winners and there's losers, and I'm south of the line
 Well I'm tired of comin' out on the losin' end
 But I talked to a man last night, gonna do a little favor for him
 Everything dies, baby that's a fact
 But maybe everything that dies someday comes back
 Put your makeup on fix your hair up pretty and meet me tonight in Atlantic City